Draco And Ron Novels & Stories

There was a white haired guy by his side, explaining what was in his own files to Marius at the same time, and they barely made any noise. ‘Impressive.’ I thought. Draco’s eyes met mine the second I turned to him and he flashed me a smile. He was sitting beside his brother, legs raised and placed on a seat beside him, and his phone in hand. Donovan was by his side, it confirmed that he was either his personal assistant and dog, or he probably did something bad to become Draco's servant. The difference between the four was very evident, one was serious and cool, the other was…well a whole bunch of things, particularly annoying.

“ I don't care if he ends up walking you up the aisle. I don't want to know but you are getting yourself in trouble. Ron is dangerous and I wouldn't hesitate to say it in front of him.” “ Don't speak ill about the man I am in love with.” I cautioned. Drake hesitated, his eyes glistening with mischief. “ We all have our lives to live. I'll leave you both to catch up." He glared at Ron. His gaze shifted from Ron, landing on me. “ Don't forget my words. Ron is a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing." Drake said,his voice laced with genuineness. He glared at Ron for the last time and exited the room.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Before I could put together a sensible reply, Draco was already speaking to the little crowd. “As a few of you may already suspect, Sera and I are second-chance mates and the pup she is currently carrying is mine. I came up with the idea of the union of both packs and convinced the Council to give the verdict.” Draco’s words had alarmed the pack’s leadership, and they all watched him warily. I glanced in his direction with a frown. He’d single-handedly alarmed the entire table with his speech. The pack’s experience with Ralf’s betrayal had made everyone wary of pack politics and power struggle and the appearance of Draco raised doubts as to his purpose with the Still Moon Pack.

I say to him. Draco looks out the door. "Come on in, wolf," he says, sniffing in the direction of Aspen. Aspen walks up onto the porch. I do not think I realized how big Aspen is until just now seeing him tower over Draco. Aspen extends his hand to shake Draco's. Draco takes it. "Get in here before someone sees you. We do not need any trouble," Draco says.

"Why would you? You've worked hard these past few days. After you eat, I'll bring you out for some fun. We're going to be partners from now on." Phineas' expression was earnest. He didn't seem suspicious at all. But on second thought, if they really wanted to kill him, they could have done it directly. Why would they go through all the trouble? Realizing this, Draco accepted the tray and grabbed a chicken drumstick. He hungrily devoured the meal. Phineas stood quietly by his side and watched as Draco cleared his plate. His smile grew even brighter. Draco wiped his mouth. "I'm full now. Can I get some rest?"

"Draco! Today's our marking night, and if you walk out now, I'll have my father publicly denounce your leadership tomorrow!" Draco stopped and turned to her with a feral and bloodshot gaze. Then, he raised his hand and grabbed her throat. "I've agreed to make you my Luna, so why wasn't that enough for you? If Lea's gone, I'll kill you without a second thought, and your incompetent Beta father, Liam!" He flung her onto the floor and ground his heel into her fingers. "That's for what you did to Lea." … That night, Draco turned the pack grounds upside down like a complete madman, but he found no trace of me.

Jeremy, too, arrived and took his usual post, casual and controlled, as though he hadn’t been an accomplice to a nearly successful execution. Draco appeared at exactly 7:15am , once the doctor was gone. He entered like a storm that had decided to wait overnight. Dressed in a dark robe, his eyes scanned the room with thunderous intent. “I want everyone in this house present,” he said coldly. “Now.”

I was about to slip out when Greg caught me by the arm. “Loriah,” he said firmly, eyes serious. “I’m telling you this as a friend. Don’t let Draco break your heart.” I frowned. “Greg, I think I’m old enough to know what I’m doing.” Before he could answer, Draco appeared like a storm, his presence filling the room. His gaze dropped to Greg’s hand still circling my arm. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. I swore he snarled before he shoved Greg back.

Then Draco stepped forward. “As Second in Command and Beta to Alpha Ronan, I promise we’ll take our land back. And when we do, those who wronged us will pay.” The crowd roared their approval. “But first,” Draco continued, “we honor two of our allies who risked their lives to retrieve the warlock and secure this camp.” The crowd parted as three figures stepped forward. Two wolves, muscular and tall, flanked by a third figure. My breath caught in my throat. I recognized them.